Oftentimes when crossing grave yards or simply driving passed them at 70mph, there will be certain gentlemen standing around outside speaking loudly about how somebody shot them or how they got run over by a train. Now, obviously there can be no such thing as ghosts so I assume that most people must just think these people are crazy and keep driving since no one else ever seems to stop to help them. Sometimes, I will stop to ask if they need help but they run away so fast it is almost like they vanish instantly.
I can only assume that
a) They are magicians
b) They are clinically insane
So, one day, my fiance and I, instead of asking if they need help, decided to simply walk up to them and stare at them eye to eye so they couldn't run away without us seeing where they went.
"hey, babe, this old guy ain't moving"
"keep staring, baby, maybe he'll wet himself"
"but what happens if he stabs me?"
"I don't see a weapon. All I see is clothes about 50 years out of date...I mean, VELVET??!!"
"Maybe he's a backup singer for Prince."
This was when my girl pinched my ass like she often does when she gets nervous and when I looked back around, the man was GONE! All that was left was a train ticket from 1948 lying on the ground where he was standing.
So what say you T-Nation massif?
Am I dead?